Nats was so interested that she was reading very seriously and in mean while in mid story Mats came out to hall where I was sitting and listening to s...ngs. Mats: Natwar are these stories in real as lot of people are writing different stories which feels a bit odd to me!Me: Yes many are real instances and its not odd, as sexual pleasures are very common and it not a fault but sometimes limits also matters.Mats: How are you saying these?Me: Let me explain you in my way. Just close your eyes and. Brandon had on dress pants and a white button-down shirt. Both waited nervously until the door-bell rang at 7 PM. The men were very punctual. They introduced themselves: Omar, the tall black one, Kevin, the youngest of them, slim and blond, and Robert, with blue eyes and a shaved head, who seemed to be in charge. Attending to business first, he handed Brandon the receipt for the credit-card charge. This was really rubbing salt into the wound. Why would he have to pay men from an escort service. I then sent her a thought "My pussy is getting wet, I should allow my robe too fall open a bit and let him see part of my tit." Sure enough her robe begins to separate as she settles in, giving me a good view of her fat nipple. That's when my cock began to harden, and I hear her, "He is getting hard, I can't take my eyes off of it, I'm so wet."I asked her if she wanted to snuggle against her old man and watch a man and watch a movie, and she said yes and slid over, revealing more of her tit, it. I never thought you would be going out to bars every night. I just didn’t think of it but I also didn’t expect you to sit home and knit. I thought you two would go out and get something to eat but dancing at a bar never entered my mind. Anyway, what upset John and then me was the flirting.”“I wasn’t flirting!”“Paula, I wasn’t there but I trust what John told me. He told me you were going table-to-table asking guys to dance. So you were initiating this, not the guys. When you got a bit too tipsy.